The fall (pt 2 To The asylum)

Chapter 9

I've pretty much got everything figured out. 

Well, most of everything. 

Shit, I know nothing. I'm screwed. 

I sigh loudly, dropping my pencil on my untouched homework and falling back onto my bed. This really is impossible. 

It's been three days since the whole Harper incident, and I still have yet to come up with a completely genius plan that I will actually end up surviving in. I'm starting to think that I'm just going to have to accept the fact that I'm going to die. 

I mean, it's better than living in the current situation. 

I stare at the ceiling, wiping my face with my palms and groaning. I should really be getting to my homework, but my teachers can screw it. This is more important. 

I force myself to get up again, sighing heavily, and I stumble over to my desk. I open my laptop, pulling up Google and staring at the screen, thinking. 

'How to kill a nasty old disgusting evil dead bitch doctor who tried to kill me and this other kid' 

No results. 

'How to get rid of an already dead evil doctor that tried to kill me and my friend in an abandoned asylum' 

Still no results. 

Maybe I should be a little less specific. 

Maybe I should be a little less specific. 

'How to kill a murderous dead doctor' 

Nothing. 

I groan, leaning back in my chair. There probably is no way to kill him, who am I kidding? I am so dead. 

Reluctantly, I return to the search bar, deciding to just be simple. 

'How to kill a demon' 

Now we have some answers. 

I scroll down the links, clicking on a few and gritting my teeth in annoyance. Most of the articles are just about salt and holy water and shit. That's not gonna work on something like Carlisle. 

Finally, I click on a decent link that leads me to a paranormal website. I read some of the articles, and click on one about powerful evil spirits, and I'm finally starting to get some good information. 

The article states that every demon has something that it is attached to, or its 'soul' is tied to. The demon can't exist or thrive if the object is destroyed. The object is most likely something that was close to them in their past life or childhood, like a stuffed animal or necklace. 

Well, I'm pretty damn sure Carlisle's isn't a stuffed bunny. 

I furrow my eyebrows, reading more from the article. It says the more powerful the demon, the harder the object is to find. 

Well, doesn't that help. 

I exhale slowly, bookmarking the page and exiting the site. I open up another tab, thinking for a few seconds before typing: 'Edgar Carlisle' 

This time, A lot of stuff comes up. There's so many links and articles I almost don't want to fish through them. Almost.

Most of them are news articles, about some incident that occurred while he was still a doctor. I click on one, scanning the page. The text describes how cruel Carlisle was as a doctor, which really doesn't surprise me. What surprises me is the fact that he worked at the asylum for twenty years before he went on a psychotic rampage and killed a bunch of patients and employees. It really shouldn't surprise me, considering what I've experienced about the man, but it somehow does.